Every time I have a glass of milk and Oreos it reminds me if my cat that has a white moustache. I got my cat, Oreo from a friend. The mother cat had a liter of four cats. My cat five years old, black and white, and an unknown breed loves playing in the house. He has a white moustache that drips down. His moustache looks like he just drank a glass of milk that is dripping down his mouth. Oreo, my cat’s name, always persistent, keeps doing it till he gets what he wants. When meowing usually he’s hungry, that’s all the time. Purring when he is happy, especially when laying down. Dashing to the door, I grabbed a basketball. Before I knew it, it was time to eat lunch. “Shut the door”, my mom yelled. Boom! That sounded like fireworks going off but no my brother slammed the door. Deciding if I was hearing a meow or not, I chose to ignore it. Well around lunch I usually feed my cat. Racing around the house, I heard another meow. Panicked, I called his name. “Meow”, answered Oreo. Each time I got closer it got louder. Sprinting to the stairs the meow got softer. Believing that he was outside, I ran downstairs to open the door. Wind blowing, temperature rising, Oreo bolted inside the warm, cozy, and safe house. There’s Oreo with his hair in all different directions and a puffed up tail. Wondering how he survived long because his fear of the outside. Delighted that he didn’t stay the night outside or we would’ve saw the not-so-pretty-side of Oreo. Watching him curl up in a ball on the couch, I didn’t give him food. Grateful that I found Oreo, I finished my lunch. Just when I thought he didn’t want food he meowed. Guessing that the meow meant he’s hungry, I fed him.
Every time I have a glass of milk and Oreos it reminds me if my cat that has a white moustache. I got my cat, Oreo from a friend. The mother cat had a liter of four cats.
My cat five years old, black and white, and an unknown breed loves playing in the house. He has a white moustache that drips down. His moustache looks like he just drank a glass of milk that is dripping down his mouth. Oreo, my cat’s name, always persistent, keeps doing it till he gets what he wants. When meowing usually he’s hungry, that’s all the time. Purring when he is happy, especially when laying down.
Dashing to the door, I grabbed a basketball. Before I knew it, it was time to eat lunch. “Shut the door”, my mom yelled. Boom! That sounded like fireworks going off but no my brother slammed the door. Deciding if I was hearing a meow or not, I chose to ignore it. Well around lunch I usually feed my cat. Racing around the house, I heard another meow. Panicked, I called his name. “Meow”, answered Oreo. Each time I got closer it got louder. Sprinting to the stairs the meow got softer. Believing that he was outside, I ran downstairs to open the door. Wind blowing, temperature rising, Oreo bolted inside the warm, cozy, and safe house. There’s Oreo with his hair in all different directions and a puffed up tail. Wondering how he survived long because his fear of the outside. Delighted that he didn’t stay the night outside or we would’ve saw the not-so-pretty-side of Oreo. Watching him curl up in a ball on the couch, I didn’t give him food. Grateful that I found Oreo, I finished my lunch. Just when I thought he didn’t want food he meowed. Guessing that the meow meant he’s hungry, I fed him.